New Lubu War

Chapter 73 Good Poems
The lunch was very sumptuous, and it wasn't "a mere thin wine" as Cai Yong said.

In any case, they are all at the level of Jiuqing, and their family background cannot be compared with the top wealthy families, but it is impossible to be far worse.

"Even if there are no singers to perform dances, and no musical instruments to enliven the atmosphere, an old man like Cai Yong is always annoying, somewhat unattractive!"

After drinking and eating, Lu Bu thought with some regret.

"In the morning, I listened to the general's views on the sage's theory, which is quite structured, and Yong admires it!"

After lunch, Cai Yong said with a twist:

"Please move to the study room, Yong wants to know more about what the general has to say about the trivial words in the scriptures!"

"Ah, this...!"

Just thinking about being full and warm..., bah, Lu Bu, who wanted to do something after eating, felt dizzy when he heard Cai Yong's words.

"Hehehehe!"

Laughing lightly, where Cai Yong couldn't see, Lu Bu's eyes rolled wildly, thinking of countermeasures.

"Have it!"

With a secret cry, Lu Bu looked at Cai Yong and said with a smile:
"Mr. Bo Jie, in the morning, we discussed the righteousness of the scriptures. In the afternoon, how about talking about poetry and songs?"

"Oh?"

Cai Yong asked in surprise:
"The general also studies poetry and songs?"

"Ha ha!"

Chuck again.

However, this time, Lu Bu was confident and said with a smile:
"To tell you the truth, Mr. Bo Chi, Bu likes to enjoy the scenery in his free time, and he often writes some poems when he touches the scenery. I just want to ask you for advice!"

"but……!"

Without waiting for Cai Yong to speak, Lu Bu immediately added:
"When writing poems, Bu likes to write casually, and doesn't like to be in a format. Therefore, there are not many five-character poems, but there are more seven-character poems and poems with asymmetrical formats!"

"The main thing is to touch the scene and feel it according to your heart. Cloth is a straightforward person, which made my husband laugh!"

"Oh?"

Cai Yong looked at Lu Bu curiously, and said:
"The general came up with an ingenuity to compose poems based on seven characters? Do you still like poems with asymmetrical formats?"

"Yong wants to see it, general please!"

Cai Yong bowed his hands to Lu Bu, and Cai Yong looked expectant.

"Ha ha!"

Seeing Cai Yong's appearance, Lu Bu felt happy.

"Hehe, of course I can't compose poems on the spot. Five-character poems reached great success in the Han Dynasty, so naturally I can't compare with you. After all, I can't copy them, right?"

"However, seven-character poems and random words only prospered after the Han Dynasty. Brother has more than [-] years of knowledge reserves, will he be afraid of you?"

Poetry has become popular in the Spring and Autumn and Warring States and Qin and Han Dynasties, but the real peak is undoubtedly the Tang and Song Dynasties.

Take out the poems of Tang and Song Dynasties, don't you immediately blind Cai Yong's old eyes?

In his previous life, in order to pick up girls, or to increase his literary literacy, Lu Bu actually memorized a lot of poems.

Of course, when it comes to picking up girls, those poems are useless.

When I was young, I heard that beauties like talented men, but when I grow up, I realize that beauties only care about money!
It was a sad past!
The green years of the previous life.

"Ok!"

Under Cai Yong's expectant eyes, Lu Bu pondered for a while, and organized his thoughts.

"There is a five-character poem!"

Lu Bu smiled slightly and said:

"Naibu did what he did when he was young, and he is still immature, so please give me some guidance!"

"General Zuo, just say it, the old man is about to listen!"

Cai Yong cupped his hands and said.

"Ha ha!"

Laughing secretly, Lu Bu placed his right hand in front of his chest, palm up, fingers slightly clenched, and looked out the window.

A form of thinking and reminiscence.

Soon, a five-character quatrain came out of his mouth.

"Moonlight in front of the window, shoes on the ground... No, the ground is suspected to be frost, raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head and think of your hometown!"

For some reason, this poem, which she had memorized in elementary school in her previous life, was almost memorized by mistake.

It's ok!
Lu Bu reacted quickly, and quickly changed back.

"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!"

After thinking about it several times, Cai Yong clapped his hands and sighed.

Obviously, it is impossible for the poems of Shixian not to be able to deter Cai Yong, the top writer and everyone in the world, immediately amazed.

He immediately analyzed the poem read by Lu Bu word by word and found that every word was indispensable and irreplaceable.

Perfect to impeccable!
In an instant, Cai Yong's perception of Lu Bu changed drastically.

During the discussion on Jingyi in the morning, Lu Bu's general remarks made him suspicious, but now, it has completely disappeared.

How can ordinary people do such poems?
As for plagiarism, nonsense!
Who is an old man?

Since the Shang and Zhou Dynasties, and since the Spring and Autumn Period, what poems and songs the old man does not know?
Whether it is plagiarism or not, the old man can tell at a glance.

General Zuo is a genius!

"This "Quiet Night Thoughts" is really extraordinary!"

After a while, Cai Yong suppressed his emotions and asked:

"General, this poem was written when I was young, which means that there must be more masterpieces. Please come to me one by one, and the old man will listen with all my ears!"

"Good talk, good talk!"

Seeing Cai Yong's impatient look, Lu Bu said with a smile.

"Now, brother, who is a well-learned Confucian and a great sage in the world, can't get away with his reputation!"

He thought to himself.

After today, Cai Yong will definitely promote him.

Who is Cai Yong?
From his mouth, the credibility is almost perfect!
In other words, Lu Bu is about to become famous all over the world.

Not the name of God of War, but the reputation of Poet Immortal, or Poet Saint.

All in all, it’s great!
Of course, if you want to reach this level, only one song "Quiet Night Thoughts" is not enough, and you have to continue to work hard.

"What are the seven sons of Jian'an, Zhuge village husband, and Zhou Yu's children, in the future, they must pay homage to brother!"

Feeling complacent for a while, Lu Bu continued to recall the poems in his memory.

However, for some reason, I couldn't remember it.

On the one hand, after too long a time, the memory begins to blur.

On the other hand, there was an old man staring at him with piercing eyes and full of expectation, which inevitably made people feel guilty.

Therefore, Lu Bu's mind was confused, and he couldn't remember those catchy poems for a while.

"Mr. Bo Jie, discussing poetry in the house lacks emotion!"

Lu Bu glanced out the window, took the opportunity to avoid Cai Yong's eye-catching gaze, and said:

"In my opinion, you might as well take a walk in the garden, enjoying the scenery and cultivating the poems, wouldn't it be beautiful?"

"Correct!"

Cai Yong nodded and said:
"General Zuo's words are reasonable, how can the poem be in harmony with the scenery? It's just that the old man has not thought carefully!"

Poetry and scenery have always accompanied each other and are indispensable. Cai Yong naturally agrees with this.

So, the two walked together and came to the back garden of Cai Mansion.

The back garden of Cai Yong's house is very well-kept, with pavilions, terraces and pavilions, rockeries and ponds.

Although it is now winter, there are still some late autumn flowers such as chrysanthemums and osmanthus, and the layout is exquisite, which is still quite stylish.

"Mr. Bo Jie's house is so elegant!"

Lu Bu tsk-tsk praised.

"Xiao Daoer, it's not worth mentioning!"

Cai Yong waved his hand and said:

"Also ask the general to recite poems, so that this old man can open his eyes!"

"Alright!"

Lu Bu smiled.

Cai Yong wanted to hear it, so why didn't he want to sing?
In fact, Lu Bu was impatient.

Because, on the way, he remembered several songs in succession!

So, with one hand behind his back and the other on his chest, with an expression on his face matching the surrounding scenery, Lu Bu recited three poems in one breath.

Every sentence is a good poem!
And it matches the current scenery!
Reservations from previous lives, at the right time!
For a while, Cai Yong was in a great mood, repeating these verses in his mouth, falling into the unique inextricable emotions of literati.

"hey-hey!"

Wearing a long robe with wide sleeves, and looking like a celebrity, Lu Bu is full of ambition at the moment.

'Ding dong...'

At this moment, the faint sound of playing the piano like spring water came from a distance.

(End of this chapter)